A View

From kitchen window broom stands against garage door, askew.

What lies beyond the door of this day—off center, all lopsided and cockeyed?

I rinse my cup and listen to water rushing from the faucet through my fingers.

Cup shines. What can bear a stain?

Day unfolds in threes—a testing from Sunday’s sermon. “That’s too much to expect,” husband had said in car on ride home, “the unspeakable joy, spoken of…”

“No, it’s the point,” I said “we rise above situations with faith.”

He shook his head. I shook mine.

Monday morning; my chest burned with frustration by 9:00 am.

My cheeks; grew hot with humiliation by the 11:00 o’clock hour.

Crushing sadness struck at 4:00.

What of this joy?

While it stood askew that day, the door of Grace opened.


Feature photo: Photo by Christian Fregnan

3 thoughts on “A View

  1. Deb,

    How real this is, and so well put to page. to screen.
    I find myself nodding yes…I get it. It works
    so well because it is open and vulnerable and
    it sheds its grace over all who read it.

    Thank you,


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  2. Oh, yes… been there! I so relate, Deb! How often does the day test what truth we have been given? And I’m afraid I have a lot of “reviewing” and “retakes” to do. :-/ But your words encourage, reminding me of God’s gentle grace…I think your the sound of your voice must be melodic and that you move extremely gracefully… And I suspect that if anyone sits a while with you that they will find themselves encouraged and at peace even in the midst of those trying moments. This is extraordinary. And what else can I say? I’m running out of words to express my delight in your writing! Love you much, Deb! ❤


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